The steaming pile of excrement we find ourselves living in- little more than a gore-circus, if you read the fine print, which unfortunately I haven’t been able to quit doing yet- leaves me no choice but to write some things down. If for no other reason than to externalize this internal pain I suffer from withstanding a constant barrage of garbage, subterfuge and horrible premeditated violence. It won’t matter if nobody reads what I write- And on that point, I promise the next (really the first) post will be about Jean Baudrillard’s In the shadow of the silent majorities, the implosion of empires, and the breakdown of the social. It will be a fine way to shove off a lonely  little boat on a sea of sludge.